ORANGES

herd of raging elephants.

now picture this:

you are standing

dead center in front

of these raging, stampeding elephants

and no way avoiding

this looming catastrophe.

well, was nice knowing you. 

epic proportions of poetry

poetry everywhere, anywhere.

growing bigger by the minute.

let us not names, places,

ways and means.

to do so would take far too much time.

time better spent writing more poems. 

and no sense confusing the masses.

suffice it to say: we will never

run out of poetry.